The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-06-22

In a moment his rifle was aimed mt his
breast, and with hand that did not treni-
BILE and an eye true as the deadly rife, he
took but moment in leveling the gun and
pulled the trigger.
Crashl A yell followed the shot, aud
through the aerial riffs of smoke he saw
the Apache stagger forward and plunge
face foremost among some rocks.
Yer plugged him, by lingo, Tender
foot" cried old Zach, "and he's a chief,
too"
Look out thar" roared Old Cyclone;
"don't Yer see 'em comm"
With desperate yell, the Apaches, now
re enforced, made dash for the pass.
Rifles from the bluffs above cracked so
rapidly that one could not have counted the
shots. Bullets fell like hail among the
sayages, and they lost men at every step.
Yet, determined to avenge the death of
their leader, they gave utterance to death
dealing yells and pressed ON.
Old Cyclone had emptied both his rifles,
and then, with revolver in each hand, he
lay upon the edge of the bluff and rained
death and destruction down among the
enemy below.
Twice were the Apaches compelled to
clear away the barriers made by their fallen
braves, but knowing full we'll that when
once through the pass the white men
would be at their mercy, they, with more
determination than ever, crowded into the
gap.
Despite all they could do the gap was
reached.
"Now's yer time; over with the rocks. I"
roared Old Cyclone, and he Immediately
began kicking heavy stones ever the edge
of the bluff, onto the heads of the Indians
who were jammed crowded and wedged
into the pass.
His companions heard him, and followed
his example. 1t seemed for few moments
as if 1t was raining stones upon the APP
aches. They were panic stricken, and
throwing down their arms, those who were
uninjured fled in every direction.
Three had in some way eluded the stones
and bullets, and made their way through
the gap.
Tend ter them chaps down in ther can
yon," roared Old Cyclone, "an' I'll fix these
ere three chaps"
Then Old Cyclone came back to his
place. The Apaches made one or two
weak and Intellectual efforts to force the
pass, but they could not long Withstand the
deadly craftsmanship of the rifemen on
the bluff. Before two hours had passed
they retreated down the canyon, taking
with them all their fallen companions they
could get at.
The sun was down and twilight had be-
gun 90 spread her sable mantle over the
earth when they quilted Limestone Gap.
Three dark, CHASTITY forms lay in the
bushes, and they passed near enough to see
them.
Charley shuddered as he passed them,
and remembered how many more there
were in the canyon. He reached the train
and was embraced by his mother, who
called him her brave boy; but his glory was
dimmed by fever which for weeks threat
ened his life. He was delirious when the
train reached Tombstone. The great men,
tai and physical strain was too much for
him, and resulted in brain fever. His
mother, father, and sisters nursed him
through his long weeks of illness. At last
he began to recover, and it was when he
was able to go about that the author met in
Tombstone pale, emaciated youth on the
street, who was pointed olt to him as one of
the Defenders of Limestone Gap"